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Joell Ortiz

Come Back Home

 

Come Back Home

(앨범: Mona Lisa - 2018)


Looking sad and dreaming
Looking sad and dreaming

Just yesterday I was backflipping off pissy matresses
Smoking blunts under the fucking slide in a park and shit
Wow, uh

I scroll through the 'Gram and see old friends I hung with
Had a couple drinks, smoked blunts with, did dumb shit with
You know slum shit, slum nicks and rum fifths
Run quick, hop over gates, escape that one trip up North
I aks myself, what'd I do so different?
How did me and the younger me becomes so distant?
Or are we not, are the pieces of that block
And parking lot parked up under this facade
Of a kid who made it out but
Still feels trapped 'cause his bills stacked
And hip-hop minoritized real rap, that's real rap
I purchase things and get alerts from my banking app
Like boy you ain't 'posed to be doing that
Who you think you is?
You ain't never had no single on the charts
And only thing Top 40 about you is that new Glock
Sitting up in ya closet next to that old trap phone
You might have to pick both of those up and come back home

Come back home
Come back home
Come back home
Sometimes we go far and forget who we are and
We gotta come back home

Yeah I'm the one of the few can say I made it out
But when I got out did I do the things to make it count?
Did I invest, find some things to feed my bank account?
Or did I buy material shit that I coulda stayed without?
It's my time, I'm real ill
I'm 'bout to get mil mills
You haters with ill will
Take chill pills
That ain't how I still feel
Thought I'd forever be a cash cow
But I ain't gon' cry over spilled milk
I keep it pushing, beat cooking, rep Brooklyn
Give whoopin's through the pen like it's summertime in the bookings
I'm looking off of these stages at face that follow me
Through the stage of my career and appreciate that I never staged it
What you see is what you get
What you hear is legit
I'm from the era you ain't shit
Less we feel you can spit
I've come to terms with the fact that I never might pop
Just glad my relevance ain't rely on if I ever pop

Come back home
Come back home
Come back home
Sometimes we go far and forget who we are and
We gotta come back home

I'm thankful for all that I have and all that I do not
I promise I won't lose sight, came back home

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